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This is Not Moping [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Urd... and then an Etna!
Content: Moping, boobs AND fighting it seems.
Setting: Muspelheim area, somewhere on a high perch on an arch or something.
Time: Sunset/dusk
Warnings: Boobs. >O

He really hadn't expected Flonne to suddenly vanish. She'd been here almost as long as he had. Laharl had come to take it for granted, but the city--castle? Whatever this place was-- it had once more proven that nothing could be taken for granted.

So soon after his mother had disappeared, the effects of someone important to him vanishing were upon him again. Just... why did it have to be Flonne?

It was for the best! It was better she wasn't here. It was a fact he had to keep reminding himself of.

Flonne had been injured in more ways than one here, much like himself. If she could forget that, it would be better for her. It was things she shouldn't have ever had to even experience, after all. Not to mention this also would free him of that stupid confession. He couldn't decide if he regretted it or not, but he certainly hadn't been ready in the slightest. He still hated being backed into a corner like he had, and repeatedly wondered why he hadn't held out.

Well, then 'Mid-Boss' would have revealed it instead, wouldn't he? At least, that was the impression he'd gotten.

Oh well, whatever. It was all moot now. Flonne would forget it all, and that was that.

Still, Laharl felt miserable inside, for reasons he just couldn't fathom. She was gone, but he really still wished she wasn't.

Sighing, he looked down over the city below him. The sun in the fake sky was vanishing, but it was still clear enough to see, especially from his vantage point, high on a stone arch that was one of many that supported the gigantic domed ceiling.

"Ugh... stupid feelings..." he muttered to no one in particular, resting his head on his drawn up knees. The prang of loneliness just didn't want to go away, and it annoyed him no end.

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As the light began to fade, casting deeper shadows through out the city, hands slowly loomed out of the darkness behind Laharl. On either side of him, they froze for a moment, fingers wiggling. An incredible aura of malevolence flowed from the shadows! But before the demon could react, those hands gripped him tight. What new evil was this!?

"Poor little prince~!" a sultry, feminine voice purred. Urd's arms wrapped tightly around Laharl from behind, pressing him into the generous cleavage that was displayed boldly thanks to the low-cut bodice of her dress. Kneeling behind him on the arch, she absently toyed with one of his hair antennae as she continued to hug him close. "Why are you moping up here all by your lonesome?" Though her voice seemed gentle, even sweet, the smirk on her face and the mischievous tilt of an eyebrow revealed she knew exactly what she was doing.

She'd suspected since the pool party that he had a problem with the assets of a mature, adult woman. Urd had only intended on staking out possible points of Organization interest, flying around the domed sky of the city. That's when she saw Laharl, brooding like some dark hero. What better way to get him out of a funk than to antagonize him? She needed to let off some steam anyway. Thus, suppressing any magical aura she might have given off, Urd had used the dimming light to her advantage to sneak up on him.

Now she chuckled softly, squeezing him all the tighter.

Edited 2009-11-28 04:50 (UTC)

The twinge that someone might be behind him had come all too late. Laharl cried out as arms wrapped around him. At first he thought it was an attack, his arm reaching for his scarf, but all too quickly he realized it was something far, far, far worse.

The sensation of something soft and warm smooshed against the side of his face, quickly helped him register what it was he was being pressed against. The demon boy completely tensed up, as sheer utter horror was written all over his face. Laharl let out another, even more horrified and strangled, cry.

A sexy body! And not just A sexy body, but that Goddess' sexy body.

His discomfort was almost immediately obvious. It was bad enough being close, but this? This was simply unbearable! One would have thought he was drowning or being strangled as he flailed his arms a bit, before grasping at her arms in desperation, but his strength was fading fast. Her words, kind or not, went in one ear and out the other.

"L-L-LET GO! Let go of me!" Laharl finally spoke, choking the words out.

Edited 2009-11-28 05:13 (UTC)

"Hnn?" Urd pouted, pushing her lower lip out. "Why should I?" She smiled again, an obviously evil glint in her eye. "Looks like you're in need of comfort, little prince! Why don't you just accept my kindness?" She tilted her head back and laughed...until she realized the poor demon wasn't struggling as much anymore.

Oops. "A-ah. Laharl?" She let him go, floating off the arch to hover in front of him. He was starting to look a little blue around the edges. Had she overdone it? She grinned a little sheepishly, the teasingly seductive tone of her voice gone. "Sorry, kid. I was just playing around."

Oh hell! Why was she laughing? Why wouldn't she just let go?!

Her questions were only answered with another unhappy groan.

Nausea had started to hit full force, and he was having troubles just keeping himself from passing out then and there. Dammit, he hated this! Dammit, this stupid weakness...

Let go, let go... let go already!

Then suddenly there was freedom! With a loud gasp he managed to shove himself back a good foot along, huddling up on the stone as he grasped his stomach, the other over his mouth as he gasped and shuddered for several moments before he finally managed to collect himself together enough to shoot a death glare at Urd.

"Don't EVER do that again!!!"

Urd chuckled nervously, waving a dismissive hand. "Relax, relax! You're okay now, right?" She floated away from him a bit to sit herself gracefully on the arch next to him...but not too close. As amusing as it was to see him react this way, she didn't want him to pass out or anything. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, sticking her tongue out playfully. "You really should get a less exploitative weakness."

She crossed her legs, revealed by the slit of the buttoned dress and leaned back a bit, supporting her weight on her hands as she gazed out over the city. "What are you doing up here anyway?"

"Barely," he muttered, in reply as he slowly seemed to be recovering to some extent. His gaze was still wary, however, as he watched her settle on the arch. Once more she received a glare. "S-shut up! It's not like I had any choice!"

Gladly he looked away from her, settling back into almost his previous seating arrangement, although looked at good deal more annoyed than he had before.

A frown shaped his expression at her question.

"None of your business."

"C'mon, don't be like that," Urd said, lifting her hand to casually flip her hair off her shoulder. Still in profile to him, she glanced down at him once more, a small, mysterious smile curving her lips. "What are you expecting to find up here? Shouldn't you be out investigating that whole castle oblivion thing or whatever?" She reached out a poked him on the shoulder. "Or maybe just doing something befitting an Overlord."

Ugh... Did she have to point that out? The fact he wasn't really doing anything Overlord-like was a fact he was well aware of.

"I'm going to! I just..." Laharl started to reply, words failing him. He didn't know how to finish replying. Or well, he did know what was wrong, he just wasn't about to admit it, more to the point. No good excuse was coming to him fast enough.

"I'll do it tomorrow," he finally said, with a shrug.

"Hmm? Really?" By the tone of her voice, she clearly didn't believe him. She lifted her eyes to the dome ceiling looming over them. "And what'll be different about tomorrow? Things will probably still be the same." Urd lowered her head a bit, the hair she'd only just swept back falling forward again, obscuring the top half of her face from him.

"I know you miss her, Laharl," she said after a moment, voice soft. "Both of them. You know that's okay, right? To miss someone you care about?"

An uncomfortable sound was the only reply for a good long moment, as he ended up remaining silent. He did miss them--all three of them. Etna's lack of presence was still also felt by the demon.

"I'm just used to her being around all the time... that's all," he finally admitted.

Even if Laharl found he couldn't out right disagree with her, it didn't mean he couldn't try to steer around it to some extent. Her words were treading awfully close to the sort of thing certain other people would have said to him. He didn't need any love speeches or anything right now.

That was really the last thing he wanted to hear.

Edited 2009-11-28 06:30 (UTC)

Urd nodded a bit, uncrossing her legs to cross them the other way. She could have easily given him the love speech he was expecting -- she always had something to say about love, after all. But as she spoke next, it wasn't love she mentioned.

"Look at this place. Everything about it is fake, from the people to the plants. This is a world between worlds, Laharl, and that sort of thing isn't sustainable." She turned her head to face him entirely, face devoid of the usual arrogance and challenge. "Right now, we're the toys of some power we don't understand, but that'll change, one way or the other. I don't believe for a moment that each of us won't be returned to our own worlds someday, where we belong. You'll see Flonne again."

She trailed off into silence, turning away. Her own words reminded her of a fact she'd ignored until now. If they were all brought back to their own worlds, would she ever see any of the friends she'd made again? Would it even be possible to see Genie? A heaviness settled in her heart that she tried to ignore.

That was, definitely not what he'd expected to hear. Slowly he settled his legs over the edge, completely oblivious to just how high they were perched on the arch.

"I know, I will. Hmph, I'm not going to let them keep me away. I've been gone from my Netherworld far too damn long as it is," Laharl said, gaze looking down at the darkening city, but his thoughts on his kingdom. He had no idea what he'd find waiting for him when he did finally return, but he was pretty sure it was going to be a pain.

"It'll just be... weird. None of them will remember this place -- hell, I don't even know if I'll remember." He paused then added quietly, "Not that I'd exactly mind..."

There was a lot he wouldn't mind forgetting himself. A big a lot.

Edited 2009-11-28 06:55 (UTC)

"True..." Urd murmured. "Of course, memory is strange...we may not be able to recall the details, but we always remember in some way. I think all of us will be a little bit changed because of this, even if we can't remember." She glanced over at him, the pensive smile on her face giving way to a knowing smirk. "Like this one confession of love I found in the archives of the message board. Something like that will definitely affect a person no matter what, you know~?"

Maybe there were a few things he wouldn't have minded remembering, but some things even a hint of memory would be damn too much. There was more he'd have liked to have forgotten completely than remember, at any rate.

The thoughtful gaze that had fallen over the Overlord quickly changed to one of horror as he let out a choking sound.

"Y-you... You didn't see that! Forget you saw it!" he quickly snapped, looking to Urd once more in annoyance.

"I was forced to say that... And I said might, dammit!"

Why was she bringing up that? It was almost worse than that damn photo from back when he was becoming Overlord, but at least those had been burned.

She tapped an expertly manicured nail to her chin, feigning an innocent expression. "What? I never said you confessed," she replied, tilting her nose up and closing her eyes. "This one confession was so adorable, though. The boy was so stubborn but ended up making the girl super happy." She opened her eyes and looked down at Laharl again, leaning towards him a bit. "Who knew someone so dark could love someone so light?"

Pushing herself off the arch, Urd floated in the air in front of the demon. "You're a lot more like yourself when you're like this, little prince. So from now on, whenever you start to feel depressed, just think back to that moment and get fired up." She clenched her fist in front of her face, grinning. "Then go out and kick some ass like I know you can!"

"Tch..."

He leaned away as she leaned towards him, giving the goddess a dirty look as he ground his teeth in annoyance. She might not have said so, but it wasn't like it wasn't completely obvious. Geez, was she trying to make him feel nauseous again?

"I'm still pretty damn sure 'they' said might," he muttered, following her movements as she floated in front of him now.

Was... Urd actually trying to cheer him up? Motivate him? Laharl really wasn't sure how to react to this as he blinked at her.

If she seemed perturbed by his reaction, she didn't show it. Instead, Urd struck a suitably heroic pose in the middle of the air, one hand on her hip, the other placing two fingers in a sideways 'V' by her eyes. "And if you ever get bored," she continued, "I'll be happy to show you the power of a goddess." She leaned back as if in an invisible chair, arms behind her head, legs crossed. With a confident smirk, she added, "But I'll make sure to go easy on you..."

Was she... challenging him?

It was close enough that she definitely had the Overlord's attention, now. Narrowing his eyes at her, he frowned. "Hmph, you better not, because there's no way in hell I'd ever go easy on you."

"Well, unless you want to lose..." he added with a shrug, his usual air of confidence showing itself.

"Ohh!" Urd exclaimed, very clearly impressed as she leaned forward, eyes widening. "Now you sound like a real demon. No mercy, right? How exciting~!" She almost seemed patronizing and, as she coyly put a hand to her cheek, her eyes narrowed in calculating amusement. "Of course, I'd never lose, but that confidence is really something!" She put her hands on her knees, the movement causing her cleavage to bounce. "That must be part of what makes Flonne like you so much, mm?"

Very promptly Laharl turned away, visibly going pale once more, as Urd bounced her boobs. Ugh. She was doing that on purpose, wasn't she? Sure seemed like it.

He could only glare out of the corner of his eye, "How the hell should I know w-what she thinks? But, whatever. You're delusional if you think you'd win."

Urd tossed her hair back, one hand demurely covering her mouth as she laughed merrily. "That's right, little prince! You keep up that mouthy attitude of yours. The more you crow, the more it's obvious to me you're all talk. Unless..." She quickly pointed at him, any illusion of elegance replaced by an energetic, commanding aura. "You wanna spar, kid? We'll cut out the whole nonsense of heroics and villainy and get to the good stuff." Grinning, she punched a fist into her open palm, her hair stirred by a sudden burst of wind.

"I've been needing to let off some stress."

"Hmph. Fine!" Laharl replied, pushing himself up onto his feet, for first time actually giving Urd a smirking grin, folding his arms to his chest. A fight sounded pretty good about now, especially kicking Urd's ass. He had still had payback to dish out for that time she shrunk him.

"You're on. I'll show you why I'm the Supreme Overlord of the Netherworld!"

This might even be a good fight, judging from the aura she was giving off, which would make defeating her all the sweeter.

"Just no cheap tricks!"

Edited 2009-11-29 05:26 (UTC)

"No tricks?" Urd scoffed. "What kind of demon are you?" Before she even finished the question, she was coming for him, hands curled into fists, her hair streaming behind her. None of her flashier spells were visible yet, just the pure and simple physical strength of a goddess. Faster than any mere mortal, her fist came down at Laharl.

"One who'd rather your damn body be kept a good three feet away, dammit!" Laharl growled out as he held his ground, despite her rapid approach.

Shooting out his arm, Laharl easily caught her fist with his hand, air pressure bursting around them as their strengths met. Having stopped her punch in it's tracks. He held her fist tightly, meeting her gaze with his own.

"That was a pretty pathetic punch."

Edited 2009-11-29 10:44 (UTC)

"This is just the beginning, King Cockroach," Urd purred, her face a composed smirk even as her fist in his shook from their clashing power. Her fist loosened for a second before tightening again, this time with lightening charging from it. If Laharl continued to hold on, he'd be fried by the power crackling his way. To make matters worse, her other hand shot up above her head, summoning up a condensed ball of blue energy that she quickly brought down towards the demon's head.

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